Monday, September 25, 2017

First Memory

My very first memory was living at our old house near Claremont and it was winter. My dad had my snow sled hooked up behind his snow mobile and he was pulling me around. I remember this so much because it was the first time I ever let him pull me around and I remember falling off and I thought it was fun falling off so I kept diving off on purpose.

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